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Your eyes have grown tired of |
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Hunting for the fox and the owl |
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For smooth stones |
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And a safe place to hide |
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In the hills is near your home |
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Now you walk with bare feet through the wet sand |
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And a boy sees you and comes running over |
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And stands for forty meters away |
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Wanting to walk on water |
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To turn you on |
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But you don't pay any attention at all |
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As the world rises and falls |
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Now you have a woman's shape |
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Thunderbolts in your fingertips |
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He has his eyes pinned on you |
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Be careful, he has whips and chains |
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And he plays ancient games |
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Over anyone standing in his way |
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He can change the color of the sky |
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If he wants to |
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But its only magic use to him |
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Don't be easily taken |
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Or he won't remember you at all |
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As the world rises and falls |
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I tried to tell you not to love him |
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Strongly as you did |
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You'll go out again someday |
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But you won't forget him for a long time |
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He tore the mask off your face |
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And then put you down |
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And made you want him |
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More than anyone before |
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And then he walked away |
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And you don't hear from him at all |
